“Yes, I am.”
Lisa sighed. “Walter, she’s getting older. She can barely see. She shouldn’t even have been driving.”
“She has glasses.” ShopEyeglasses
“Clearly they didn’t help much, did they?”
My pulse jumped.
Lisa lowered her voice. “Soon everything will be where it should’ve been years ago.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’ll understand later.”
“Why can’t you just tell me?”
“Because you’re nine.”